I had spent the night at my friend Tamla’s place and the next morning, I went home to grab some stuff for our drive down to the countryside later that day. We had a mutual friend who managed a luxury spa and hotel down there, and since he was hardly home, his place became our hangout on the weekends.
Tamla dropped me off at the cab stand and just as I was getting into a cab, a car pulled up behind us. It followed the cab for about 15 minutes, until I got out. As soon as I stepped out of the car, he pulled to a stop near me. He told me that he had seen me before and knew where I went to school, since he would see me each morning when he was on his way to work. I was a little creeped out, but I was polite. We chatted for a bit and then he handed me his business card and told me to give him a call when I got to the country, just so that he knew I got there OK.
When I met back up with Tamla, I told her what happened. She actually found the story romantic because of the way he noticed me and pursued me. She convinced me that his persistence was a sign that he must really like me. So, when we got to the country, I called him and we spoke for a while. He told me he would allow me to enjoy my weekend, and that when I got back I should let him know. I thought it was kind of sweet. After all, that’s the thing I like about older men, their honesty and maturity. But it turns out that he was the biggest mistake I ever could have made.
When I got back home, I called him and we started talking a lot. He told me a lot about himself, like that he worked in transport for the national bus company. He was single and lived alone, but I found out later that he actually had a kid with a woman, whom he never really broke up with. She would call around the clock at all hours of the night.
The first time I went to his house, he told me to meet him in the master suite. When I went up, he was standing in the dark waiting for me. He gently pushed me forward onto the bed and kind of held my hands behind me while shifting my panties to the side. We had sex right then and there, but it wasn’t as hot as I was expecting it to be. For some reason, it felt dirty.
I went home that night and avoided him. I knew he was trouble. He would call and I would just ignore it. Something spooked me about him. I didn’t quite know what it was yet, but I saw signs of controlling and aggressive tendencies, and I didn’t like it.
They say you should always follow your gut instincts. Unfortunately, I didn’t…